Encounter

Ever since I was little, my parents knew I was different. I wasn’t the type of person who interacts with others nor talk to anyone in general. I don’t care that people assume that I’m weird but what bothers me about this is that I constantly think excessively about everything. A majority of the time I would feel pain, heartache, depression, and loneliness. There are days where I feel like telling someone about everything, but I haven’t met anyone who could get the words out of me. 

Today was just any other day, except for the fact that we can never relive September 26, 2008. I woke up at 8 o’clock realizing that nobody was home, not even my annoying little sister. I guess my parents took her with them to whatever place they went to.

Why didn’t anyone bother asking me if I wanted to go too? Let alone tell me where the hell they went to. It pisses me off when I get upset about the littlest things that I don’t actually care about, or maybe I did care about it but was in total denial. Who knows? Not me, that’s for sure.

I decided to go sit at some random bench at the park to get all my god damn thoughts straightened out.  

Focus, Grey, focus. Stop feeling so down, it’s barely morning. Today ought to turn out great. Who am I kidding? I say this to myself all the time and never has my day ever turned out they way I always expec �"

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard an unfamiliar voice. “Hi!” It was a voice of a girl and judging by the sound of it she seemed like she was 10 or something. I didn’t really feel like talking so I ignored her. “HEEEEY!!!! I’M TALKING TO YOUUU!!!!”

Well there goes my plan. “Hello,” I said.

“Are you okay? You seemed upset about something so I thought I’d keep you company,” she smiled at me. I couldn’t help but smile back. I scooted over so she could sit down next to me. This girl was way different from other girls I’ve met. I mean, no one ever bothered to care about my feelings before. What sucked was when I realized that I may bore her to death and make her leave due to my lack of experience in keeping a conversation.

“So like, my name’s Lalaine! And you are?”

“Greyson.”

“That’s a nifty name! How old are you? I’m 15.” Who the hell says nifty anymore? And my guess was totally off.

“I’m 16.”

“Cool! You’re just a year older than me hehe. So, do you live around here?” She had this habit of giggling which intrigued me. I didn’t know whether she was acting flirtatious or if that’s just a habit of hers.

“Yes, I’ve lived in New York my whole life. How about you?”

“Nah, I live in California,” she hesitated as she said , “I just come here from time to escape the madness that occurs there. It feels nice being in a place where no one knows you and to talk to complete strangers you know?” I nodded my head. I guess she wasn’t as preppy as she seemed to be. It’s quite shocking, really. This girl could maybe actually relate to me. Maybe, probably not. I don’t know.

I noticed she kept staring at me. She finally broke the silence. “You seem like a bubbly person! Is it okay if I call you Sunny? Hehe.”

I chuckled. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I’m the exact opposite but you can call me whatever you want, Rain.”

“Where’d you get the name Rain from?!” she looked puzzled.

“Because you look like a sad, gloomy person,” I chuckled softly. I noticed she started to giggle uncontrollably and said, “Whatever you say, Sunny.”

“Heh, sure. So I was wondering, would you like to�"” I stopped before I could finish that sentence. She stared at me with curiousness on why I didn’t finish. Then, she came.